There is a confrontation in the mirror
There Is two of me,
But we are not the same
One is blue and one is my pale flesh reflection
I know who the blue is,
She has been there my whole life
She feeds upon my joy and feeds upon my strife
I once named her Laura,
Because I knew that person was not myself
I know who I am,
I have gotten that part figured out
I am strong, I am happy, I am going to go places in this life
But laura isn’t going to go anywhere,
And maybe that’s why she is blue
Because someday she is going to die
The medicine will **** her,
My therapy will **** her
I’m sorry Laura, you will no longer be a part of me
Does that make me a murderer?
Is that justified to **** that piece?
I close my eyes, the phoenix insides rises
Out of the ashes that was once the barron land of my mind
Laura is no longer there,
I have defeated a beast that I treated as a friend for far too long
You see Laura was just my depression
Laura was just my panic disorder
Laura was an attachment
Laura was never me
And now I can finally be happy